Caitlyn King - Being Under Water
"IT IS THE VAGINA OF THE UNIVERSE."
-Prof. Kip Redick, on the fourth day of class
"PROFESSOR I UNDERSTAND NOW WHAT YOU MEANT ABOUT THE WAYERFALL. WATERNIS SO SPRIITUAL AND RELIGIOUS!!"
-Me, in an email, in a rush of dopamine after taking a walk in the rain.
Listen, when I first heard Professor Redick say that, I thought 'Jesus, this is gonna be our professor?' and wrote him off. Because who would say that being under a waterfall is likened to be the vagina of the universe? But then I started thinking (which is almost never good) more about it, and I'm starting to go, 'Yeah. This guy's right.'
Water is so prevalent in symbolism. It represents being reborn, a change, adapting to your circumstances. It is amazing. When I was a kid, I loved going into the pool and floating. Have you ever done that? Floated in the water, with it flooding your ears, lapping at your eyes? Your hearing changes. You can hear the people moving beside you in the pool, splashes, everything is muffled and everything is calm. You tilt back up, and suddenly you are back in the real world.
As time went on, instead of the pool I found myself more interested in the ocean. Now, there are different rules when you drift in the ocean than when you float in the pool. For one, you are always in more danger when you drift. You need an anchor when you drift in the ocean, because how else could you realize how far you went out, or how long it's been?
But oh, the noises. On occasion, you could hear dolphin calls, little clicking noises that you would have to concentrate on; otherwise, it's just waves. It's a different sound than those ASMR white noise ocean wave videos on YouTube--it's more subtle, more all encompassing. As you tilt with the waves, rocking up and down, you hear the waves you are in, and the ones around you. You can hear your legs lazily kicking.
My favorite method of being under water, however, is the rain. How I love the rain. It's everywhere in Virginia and it varies from time to time. Light drizzles to thunderstorms to flood warnings. Walking in the rain feels like a religious spiritual cleanse. Feeling the power of multiple individual water drops soak through my hair, making my vision bleary, sticking to my skin, is a feeling like no other.
Anyway, all this to say that I sent an email to Professor Redick past midnight, where I most likely seemed under the influence but was surprisingly sober.
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